I paint, therefore I am...a human canvas. God, I'm a mess.

I'm painting an egg.  Not painting on an egg, but painting a representation of an egg.

Oh, and it has legs.  Long, sexy, female legs, perched atop a pair of scanty, hot pink hooker heels.

My original intention was to make both elements of this piece, the legs and the egg, excruciatingly realistic looking, creating an odd juxtaposition forcing viewers outside of the zone of the familiar.

Yeah, this was great plan until two things happened.

one). I got sick of looking at all that beige/peachy/white and pale apricot.  I decided to incorporate some color when my frustration got the best of me and suggested that I paint a large red/orange stroke down the left leg of this ethereal and kinky creature, and so I did.

Now there is an irresistable assault of color winding up her leg, overtaking the pale blah-ness of what we see when we aren't really looking hard enough.

two.) I bought this wretched paint.  I can't blame the paint, I know.  Only the artist can be blamed if her work is anything but fantastic, yet I guess I must admit I was feeling lazy and didn't want to deal with the putrid result of that ucky yellow that was sort of like the oclor of a sick pea.

SO. Here's my egg, with one leg covered in color, the other in seductive black thigh-highs.  I was really thinking of turning the egg part into a sort of Easter egg, I guess you could call it, with the colors migrating from the leg up onto the meat of the thing, but I decided maybe no.

Maybe, if I leave the color only on the leg, it's waspy tentacles falling just short of the creature's "body," I could create a kind of uncomfortable dissonance for viewers.  Why stop at the leg? they might think. 

Maybe I can create a real conversation piece insead of just a tribute to the already-been-done, eh?

Who knows. There's still quite a lot of paint to be flung.

My favorite speech of a Midsummer Night's Dream

THESEUS:
More strange than true: I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Essence is not of the time

Time does not exist.

Should that not be a comfort?

Time is merely another human construct, our mortal way of attempting to explain the unexplainable, a theory marred by inferiority.

Then where are we in this "time," the fruit of our creation?

I think that while we are "here," in the 21st century, walking questions swarmed all around with cell phones and facebook invites, "here" and "now" are purely relative terms.

No, I'm not high. I'm just thinking. And this is probably the reason I should never be!

To be

I think that if I had to choose the biggest component of success, I would say that it is a belief, deep in your being, that you are meant for something greater than to live and then die. A belief that you are meant to change things, and live on, far after your soul has ascended into the firmament of uncertainty.

I think
that's all
I know.

me

I feel that I am three different people, caught in the body of one, and I have no idea how to reconcile myself.

Marilyn on a Thursday night, and then...

"It's woman's spirit and mood a man has to stimulate in order to make sex interesting. The real lover is the man who can thrill you by touching your head or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space."
— Marilyn Monroe

I see my phone sitting lonesome on the nightstand. It doesn't deserve my touch.

"The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up."
— Marilyn Monroe

Deep down, all below it all, there is still
warmth.

"It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on."
— Marilyn Monroe

And it played me
a bunch of lost music, that was always there,
I'd just forgotten about it.

"Well behaved women rarely make history."
— Marilyn Monroe

And sometimes at night
on nights like these I look
outside.

"If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty."
— Marilyn Monroe

A chill runs down my sides. It runs
and runs
as if from me,
tiny hairs rise and fall-
electrified.

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
— Marilyn Monroe (Marilyn: Her Life in Her Own Words)

"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin,
but I am not the devil. I am just
a small girl in a big world trying to
find someone to love."
— Marilyn Monroe

Can you ever really leave
without leaving
your scent
on the pillow?

"Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition."
— Marilyn Monroe

I cry.

""I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.""
— Marilyn Monroe

These ones, these ones reeeeally got me

"...I envy you, drunk with flowers
butterflies swirling in your dreams."

I want to swirl
too.

But if I can't swirl
with you, then
what?

Sometimes when I listen to songs, I change them as they change me, just not as much

"How it's bound to be
a heartbreak situation...
I can't fight it anymore--what you're givin'
I an happy to be--the way I feel
in your arms.
Isn't really somethin' I should do...
I should try to be strong, but all the pleasure
is worth
all the pain.
I know all about,
lovin' you."

>>>>I wrote this as a response to LeAnn Rimes' "Right Kind of Wrong"--it is a mishmash of the lyrics--all her own lyrics, all my own order and combination.

Some poems (by others) that I adore, and then I swear I am doing my homework

The following are all poems I read in a compilation of Victorian verse.

They are: The Beasts, by Walt Whitman; Absent Yet Present, by Lord Lytton; Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe; Turst Thou Thy Love, by John Ruskin; and The Old Squire, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt.

Each poem is separated from the others by a dashed line---------------------------


The Beasts, by Walt Whitman

I think I could turn and live with animals
They are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do no lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied,
Not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another,
Nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.


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Absent Yet Present, by Lord Lytton

As the flight of a river
That flows to the sea
My soul rushes ever
In tumult to thee.

A twofold existence
I am where thou art:
My heart in the distance
Beats close to thy heart.

Look up, I am near thee,
I gaze on thy face:
I see thee, I hear thee,
I feel thine embrace.

As the magnet's control on
The steel it draws to it,
Is the charm of thy soul on
The thoughts that pursue it.

And absence but brightens
The eyes that I miss,
And custom but heightens
The spell of thy kiss.

It is not from duty,
Though that may be owed,-
It is not from beauty,
Though that be bestowed:

But all that I care for,
And all that I know,
Is that, without wherefore,
I worship thee so.

Through granite it breaketh
A tree to the ray:
As a dreamer forsaketh
The grief of the day,

My soul in its fever
Escapes unto thee:
O dream to the griever!
O light to the tree!

A twofold existence
I am where thou art:
Hark, hear in the distance
The beat of my heart!

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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Trust Thou Thy Love, by John Ruskin

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet;
Fail, Sun and Breath!--yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.

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The Old Squire, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I Like the hunting of the hare
Better than that of the fox;
I like the joyous morning air,
And the crowing of the cocks.

I like the calm of the early fields,
The ducks asleep by the lake,
The quiet hour which Nature yields
Before mankind is awake.

I like the pheasants and feeding things
Of the unsuspicious morn;
I like the flap of the wood-pigeon’s wings
As she rises from the corn.

I like the blackbird’s shriek, and his rush
From the turnips as I pass by,
And the partridge hiding her head in a bush,
For her young ones cannot fly.

I like these things, and I like to ride,
When all the world is in bed,
To the top of the hill where the sky grows wide,
And where the sun grows red.

The beagles at my horse heels trot
In silence after me;
There ’s Ruby, Roger, Diamond, Dot,
Old Slut and Margery,—

A score of names well used, and dear,
The names my childhood knew;
The horn, with which I rouse their cheer,
Is the horn my father blew.

I like the hunting of the hare
Better than that of the fox;
The new world still is all less fair
Than the old world it mocks.

I covet not a wider range
Than these dear manors give;
I take my pleasures without change,
And as I lived I live.

I leave my neighbors to their thought;
My choice it is, and pride,
On my own lands to find my sport,
In my own fields to ride.

The hare herself no better loves
The field where she was bred,
Than I the habit of these groves,
My own inherited.

I know my quarries every one,
The meuse where she sits low;
The road she chose to-day was run
A hundred years ago.

The lags, the gills, the forest ways,
The hedgerows one and all,
These are the kingdoms of my chase,
And bounded by my wall;

Nor has the world a better thing,
Though one should search it round,
Than thus to live one’s own sole king,
Upon one’s own sole ground.

I like the hunting of the hare;
It brings me, day by day,
The memory of old days as fair,
With dead men passed away.

To these, as homeward still I ply
And pass the churchyard gate,
Where all are laid as I must lie,
I stop and raise my hat.

I like the hunting of the hare;
New sports I hold in scorn.
I like to be as my fathers were,
In the days e’er I was born.

"images, undying love"...for John Lennon, of course

Words are flying out like/ endless rain into a paper cup/ Jai guru deva...ommmmmmm

and this, my singular obsession

I once shook hands with happiness
some night so late
it was early.
I didn't get a glimpse of
his eyes,
so quickly did he go...
for some reason, though, I tend to think
they were a shade
of emerald green.
His grasp was strong
like the tide
except not driven by any moon.
And when I asked him for the time
he said only
that he didn't have one.
Perplexed
I thanked him anyway
and he tipped his hat to me
and off he went.

I once heard that finding a soul mate is sort of like one person's "recognition of their counterpoint in another," but personally, I'm just not sure

There was a guy outside the library.
He was leaving, headed out those double doors that
way too often read "closed" and I,
I was coming
up those stairs, ready to enter another world,
needing to get inside
someone else's thoughts, for mine had grown me weary and then
he stopped.
He looked at me with a recognition of sorts, an air of
serendipity about him and I,
I averted him with every step,
but his eyes washed me over--
still...fixing me.
He could never
fix me
so I
kept walking
in my polka-dotty rain boots,
closing up
my matching umbrella as I approached those fickle doors,
but he kept on
and even though I kind of denied it, I knew I knew
that unfamiliar feeling that someone had noticed
something in me,
right off the bat,
and stopped.
I kept going, but then he spoke--"You braved the weather..."
I smiled, sort of
laughed,
dodging his halted form, there in front of that place he was leaving,
that place that I was going, only just arriving.
There was an awkward moment in those doors
where I paused,
thought to let him in
but I, only reasoning, resigned
looked away
was shy and decided
I didn't really know where he was headed and then
he smiled again.
He said good-bye.
But even so, his eyes
kept right on prodding....questioning, playful and aloof.
And mine answered back with an Idon'tknow, and an
Idon'tthinkthiswouldbe,
and I closed the doors, still in hot pursuit of something new.
I closed the doors
and now I'll always wonder
just where it was
that he was going.

and I take my daily dose of chili peppers...every day, that's right

Take me to the place I love,
where poetry flies around
like birds and I
can be

Without ever being forced to realize
just how much being
I am doing.

Take me to the place
where music beats to the sound
of my footsteps on the path of my choosing
and plays, cold in the chilly nights.

The chilly nights that I
don't even notice, so warm am I, wrapped up in
thoughts, uniquely mine--
they're spilling onto every surface, now.

Take me to that place of mine,
that place of my construction,
where I might paint the sky
and write the rhythms of the seasons,

As letters fall from my mouthy trees like
leaves in autumn,
coating the ground in
the possibility of
so much
color.

I love I love I love!

I think I think I think too much,
and I'm very efficient at wasting time.

i love this

a "schizophrenic sensory overload..." mmMm.

So I had this idea...

Whenever you are feeling blue, it is nice to have an idea of what it is that makes you happy in order to cheer yourself up again. Sure, music and pushups are both great ways to pull yourself out of a yuck-mood and get your happy back, but these won't necessarily work for everyone. These are the small things, the personal techniques that some people use--everybody has something. Drawing, eating, watching something funny; these activities vary, and may or may not always be successful.
But what are the big things that make people happy? What is the mother of all happiness-inducers, that which applies to just about everyone, just about all of the time?
And if we could find this thing, this key to happiness, how much could it change people's lives if only they kept it in mind as they lived their lives, perhaps especially calling it to memory when things got rough?

I have thought a lot on this subject, and I am pretty pleased with my answer thus far in my life.

What, in my opinion, is the key to happiness?

Well, I'd say that it is two-fold.

1.) Appreciation.

If you could look at your life for a moment with completely unbiased eyes, you would see how much beauty touches it every single day. You would notice, really notice, all of the wonderful people you have been blessed to know, the talents and positive traits that you embody, and the little, small things that make you smile, here and there, every day. I think that truly seeing all of the beauty in your life and focusing on that instead of the parking ticket you got last Wednesday makes it pretty difficult to be anything other than happy.

2.) Sense of Humor.

Laugh. Every day. At everything, and everyone. Laugh at your brother. Laugh at a movie. Laugh at your goofy physics teacher. But most importantly, make it a point to laugh at YOURSELF. Admittedly, sometimes life can be really serious, and really sad. But if you can find the humor in day to day situations--if you can see the lighter side of life and of yourself and realize just how silly everyone and everything can seem, you will be the person who spends more time smiling than frowning. The person who spends more time smiling than making that nothing/blah face that so many people wear regularly and the one that I can't stand to look at. Few things in this life are certain, but one thing that I can say with absolute certainty, is that when I get old (God willing), I hope that my laugh lines are as deep as my years will allow.

But now that I've told you what I think, I wonder...what do you think? And you, and you, and you???

What would other people say is the key to happiness? What wonderful bits of knowledge do we have that we might be able to share with one another?
I want to know what you think, so I am going to ask.

I'm going to use facebook as my vehicle, and post the responses I get on my blog. So wish me luck!

To be continued...
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And....continued! Here are the amazing answers I have received so far! Thanks for contributing!

"As for my reply the short answer would have to be a sense of purpose and love, in which ever order suites you. To feel as if you've accomplished something and to have a sense of purpose for the moment and for the moments to come puts life into perspective, I feel. It makes it easier to wake up the next day and try try try again and thus increases one's level of happiness. And to have love makes it all worth while. It doesn't have to be the romantic love we fantisize on the silver screen or in our own imaginiations, but even as simple as loving oneself can make or break the experience that is life. To love what you do and how you do it makes the accomplishment taste all the more sweet and the sweat you put into achieving that purose worth the effort. To quote the beautiful musical Moulin Rouge, 'love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love'."

-Tisha Farris, University of Pittsburgh graduate with Bachelors degree in Environmental Studies and Yogini at Santa Fe Community Yoga Center

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"The first thing that came to my mind, was Self-Worth. Having low self-esteem most of my life created a spiral of unhappiness. Realizing my self-worth (which came from finding success in life) changed my entire outlook on life.


Secondly... acceptance. I suppose for me, acceptance strongly correlates with satisfaction. I mean this in an absolutely positive way. I learned to accept that certain things weren't going to go my way, or certain people weren't going change, or certain memories would always be painful--- this led me to remove myself from the hurtful people, situations and problems that I could. I accepted defeats and failures-- and because I knew that I had tried everything in my power, I was satisfied with the outcome. Maybe not happy ... or sad... but satisfied.


Kind of like the serenity prayer, 'God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and Wisdom to know the difference'."

-Melanie Steuernagel
Special Education Teacher at Derry Area Senior High School and mommy of one Aubrey Rose Steuernagel

Feng Shui, hey hey hey! (article I did for the Pitt News)

Want to amass wealth and good fortune, improve your health, and get more loving than a bunny rabbit in heat?

If so, good news: with a quick flick of the broom and a little bit of design sense, these benefits and more are yours for the taking. That is, if you buy into the ancient Chinese school of thought known as Feng Shui.

According to About.com, Feng Shui developed over 3,000 years ago in China and is based on the Taoist belief that the land around us is alive and contains ch’i (pronounced “chee”), or “energy.”

This philosophy is highly nuanced, with many varying levels of theory and a host of concepts to grasp. It could take years of study to learn even most of what there is to know about the art of using your surroundings to their maximum benefit.

However, luckily for you the overall idea of Feng Shui can be summed up rather nicely: the goal is to maintain an environment that is conducive to the free-flow of ch’i.

One of the most crucial steps to take, then, is to clear out the clutter. It’s the perfect time to do a little spring cleaning, and Feng Shui sources can’t seem to emphasize enough the benefits of reducing the amount of “stuff” that inhabits your living space.

Movie stubs from all eight times you went to see “New Moon” still lying on your nightstand? Toss them (seriously). Old take-out containers from India Garden and Sorrento’s piling up on your kitchen counters? Be gone with them! It may not be your ideal way to spend an afternoon, but come on; do it for your ch’i.

Another necessary ingredient to the Feng Shui recipe for life success is high quality air and lighting. Air purifiers and even plants are great ways to clean up the O2 in your space. As for lighting, natural light is ideal, and thus should be maximized. In addition, fluorescent lighting should be avoided.

Beyond these basics, someone looking to add a little Feng Shui to her life should use an easy-to-make tool known as a Bagua. The Bagua is your guide to learning what parts of your living area correspond to what parts of your life.

Basically, if there is an aspect of your life that is in need of a little sprucing up, increasing the harmony of the corresponding space of your apartment or room might just do the trick, according to Feng Shui believers.

The Bagua can be easily drawn up in about five seconds: draw a square that is divided up into nine boxes, three by three. Then label each box with the following. The first row: Prosperity, Reputation, Love. The second: Health, Heart, Creativity. And, finally, the third: Growth, Career, and Blessings.

You have now created a map that will greatly aid you in applying particular Feng Shui cures to your home. The next step is simply to apply it.

Stand in your doorway, whether it be the door to a house or even just your room, with the third row of the Bagua closest to you. Now look at your floor plan. You will now be able to determine which parts of your space affect which aspects noted on the Bagua.

For example, if your bedroom is in the back right corner of your house, you would look at the Bagua to see which life area corresponds to the back right position, which happens to be love. Therefore, keeping your bedroom free of clutter and maintaining an overall comfortable and clean area would in this case be conducive to your finding great love in your life.

No matter what the Bagua says, however, there are certain tips that apply in general to certain rooms.

I promised you hot lovin’, so let’s cut to the chase and focus on where, as mostly everyone on Cribs says, “the magic happens.”

First, no live plants in the bedroom! Why? No one will say, it seems. But this is really stressed by every Feng Shui source I checked so … don’t do it!

Another key tip for the bedroom is to avoid singularity. If you have a flower in a vase ­— it better be a fake one — add a few more to the vase. If you have a candle placed on an end table, make sure to place another one beside it. If you are going to hang photographs on your wall, best not to display images of one person, but groups and couples instead. This is to ward off loneliness and welcome love into your life.

Speaking of bedroom images, it is important to only hang those that you want to see duplicated in your life. Don’t hang a picture of someone looking distraught unless you too want to feel this way in life.

It is also highly suggested that you avoid putting your bed in line with the doorway of your room. Also, try not to use the area beneath your bed as storage, in order to not disturb the path of the ch’i.

Finally, keep the bedroom under a predominantly yin, rather than yang, influence. Yang objects are those that are associated with loudness, boisterousness, and energy, and include items such as televisions, computers, and exercise equipment.

The bedroom is the space where yin, the essence of calm and rejuvenation, should rule. Keep edges soft, and an overall feel of quiet and relaxation in the bedroom.

Just an interesting tidbit — the back right corner of your living space in addition to the back right corner of any room, according to the Bagua, is the area most influential on sex and love in your life. Therefore, one might want to pay particular attention to what is in the back right corner of their bedroom in order to maximize love and loving in their lives.

In the back right corner of my room, there is a window, and a poster of a Warhol-esque banana,. I wonder what the implications of this on my love life are ...

happy happy joy joy

Okay, so that last post was depressing.

But I can't help it...I just feel like:
school=tough to keep up with.
Friends=amazing, yet require time that I feel like I don't have. Apartment=constantly, consistently, relentlessly a mess that I have to clean.
Talents=awesome, but time-consuming, money-consuming, etc.
Love=evades me at every turn. I am clueless as ever, and will most assuredly self-destruct.
Family=I don't get enough.
Sleep=I don't get enough.
Food=I'm sick of eating my own cooking. I love cooking, but let's be honest; I'm no Barefoot Contessa.
Asti(my canine friend)=I miss him.

Am I done complaining yet, already? This was supposed to be a happy post to make up for the depressing-ness, the depressing mess, of the last post.

Give me another try.

So I'm going to see a play this weekend. Alllll by myself. Why by myself, you ask? Well, I was going to bring a friend. I asked one friend who I never see, but she wasn't able to go. I was going to ask another and then...I didn't. I got online, I bought my ticket (quantity? 1 please!), and I got a little jolt of excitement through my heart: I'm going out on the town, with only me to keep me company.
And even though this might sound hopelessly boring and lonely, for some reason, it's what I want to do!
I feel like no one else would be as excited about this as me, so bringing someone would just make me less pumped.

But really? Why? Because when you go somewhere where no one knows you...where you don't recognize a soul...it is an oppotunity to be anyone you want.

You don't have to be the same old you that you always are. You can be glamorous. Or low key. Or just, comfortable in your own shoes.

Maybe I'll meet someone marvelous. Recognize a soul, after all. Someone I never realized I was living without.

Or maybe I'll just get a much-needed vacation
from myself.

Either way, I'm simply ecstatic.

(See, it got happy there for ya!)

I should have won Most Dramatic in high school

I would love to know what it is that I am doing wrong.

Sometimes I feel like this whole world is against me. Like no matter how hard I push to walk forward, I'm stuck in quicksand. Muck. A ginormous blizzard...

Sometimes it is like I am fighting a constant battle against everything and everyone, chiefly myself.

I love myself and who I am, and I have no problem being friends with "me," yet "me" is often my biggest nemesis...my fickle foe who never seems to want to make peace back.

I feel like I want for things I don't know how to find. Simple things and yet, some might say I shouldn't want them at all.

I used to buy into that, but I believe in what I want. I know that there are some things I shouldn't accept to go on without...right?

I guess I'm just feeling...unfulfilled. Like everything I'm doing just won't pay off, in practically every area of my life.

Am I doing too much? Not enough?

I feel like I could just cry.

I guess despite having all the wonderful people in my life that I do, somehow I still feel so alone sometimes. So lost. So...blah.

1955

Waiting for the call that
never came, from the love who never
knew my name
or heart.

And a little more Seussiness, still

"Being crazy isn't enough."


"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."


"If things start happening, don't worry, don't stew, just go right along and you'll start happening too."


"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. "


"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."


— Dr. Seuss

A Seussiest quote from a Seussiest Seuss

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
— Dr. Seuss

who dat be?

What's done is done is only but a memory,
now.

Maybe I need to lay off the Poe?

poison skin
death mingling with
the folicles, the undersides of
moles

hairs curl back as if to make room for
the gnawing of teeth,
the gnashing of
gums

the tiny eaters
that will take the poison skin
and digest it
like so much filthy rotten muck,
later to drop it--miniscule, forgotten--
into the dirt
amongst the blades
of grass, and grass.

So there's this poem...

by Edgar Allan Poe. It made me want to,
oh I don't know
write it down keep it for ever and a day
I can't even think of a bigger way to say
how it made me feel
except that now
I'll make it real
for you:

"...I was a child and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee,..."

--excerpt from Annabel Lee, by Edgar A. Poe

>>we loved with a love that was more than love
but we loved
with a
loved with a love
but we loved with a loved with a loved with a love
that was more
that was more
than
love<<

--remix, by yours truly, Jordan A. Streussnig

I just learned how to do this...yeah, I'm pretty pumped

Oh, to boldly go where no italic has gone before!

My ode to Valentine's Day

So here's my hand or heart or
daily nothings and
what have you,
whatever you
will have
will have you
back. just thought that you
should know.

Wow, I never knew this

Did you know that gravity doesn't pull, but space pushes...? Because space-time is warped, and massive bodies make impressions within it, the space causes a push on other bodies, what we perceive as the "pull" of gravity?

It's General Relativity, which I always heard about, but never actually knew what it was! cRazinESs

me too

"I want to know God's thoughts."

-Einstein

Well, it seems I only have to decide when I want to get rich

*Note to Self:
invent student shock-collar;
disseminate at bargain price.
Boost grades, keep boring professors in the job,
and potentially save the world.
Become filthy rich,
and oodles more famous than the Snuggie guy.

Wouldn't this be convenient? To have the ability to give yourself a harmless little jolt during the most boring physics class ever?

(This is obviously a joke...however, if only there were a way to do it safely...)

I'll wear my knitted hat, and you just listen

Every night
when I get beneath those
white-out lights and
speak

A little piece of me melts into you
dances through the air
purple
like auras
becoming one

if only for a moment, and then
I step off the stage
Applause rattles low into the hum
of tomorrow
and what is left

but whatever has been revealed?

I was watching the history channel, and then...

"Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more."--Nikola Tesla

And then I picked up the pieces
and realized
nothing was broken.

Ahh sweet of my tooth, where art thou?

I have a question--why is it that when you are hungry, it is possible to call any number of restaurants, pizza shops, etc., and have dinner brought to your door, yet to my knowledge, there is absolutely no magical number at which you can throw some money and receive some sweets in thirty minutes or less.

Seriously--where is the cookie/cake/brownie hotline? Why does Dessert Dial not exist??

Huh!?

Perhaps this will be another one of my life goals...because frankly, I find it ridiculous.

Perhaps there would be fewer angry, PMSing women in the world if only it was easier to find that which we all crave. Is it too much to ask to have fresh cookies scoured with chocolate chip morsels delivered to my door when I feel an attack coming on?

I mean really. I'll tip you--just hand over the goods, dammit!

Finding my charge again

I haven't been living my life to the fullest. That is about to change.

Here's what I'm going to get better at...this is what living life to its fullest means to me, and it is my strident goal to attend to each and every aspect.

Living life to its fullest means always pushing myself to be better and to be more.
Experiencing new people, places, and things regularly.
Throwing myself head first into situations that make me uncomfortable--abandoning my comfort zone--forcing me to learn and grow all the time.
Having a purpose burning inside me--maintaining my excitement for every day and always keeping and enhancing my zest for life.
Never settling--never ever feeling satisfied, complacent, or content.
Always looking for new opportunities and taking as many as I can.
Making the most of every day--never throwing away one single day--seeing each day for what it is--important and an opportunity.
Not half-assing--really applying myself--"If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing well."
Believing in myself to the fullest.
Being always busy and movin' and shakin'.
Being disciplined and free at the same time.
Biting off more than I can chew.
Getting my breath's worth.
Using my talents and living up to my potential every day.
Giving back.
"Don't make excuses, have a reason."